Quotes About Vincent

the fear of madness passes from me considerably upon seeing from close at hand those who are affected with it, as I may very easily be in the future.

Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony, and music inside me.

But if Gauguin and his Jewish bankers came tomorrow and asked me for no more than 10 pictures for a society of dealers, and not a society of artists, on my word I do not know if I'd have confidence in it, though I would willingly give 50 to a society of artists.

It is possible that these great geniuses are only madmen, and that one must be mad oneself to have boundless faith in them and a boundless admiration for them. If this is true, I should prefer my insanity to the sanity of the others.

But I, for my part, am convinced that in this respect one can have faith in modern art. The fact that I have a definite belief about art makes me sure of what I want in my own work, and I shall try to reach it even at the risk of my own life.

I am in the middle of reading Balzac, César Birotteau. I will send it to you when I have finished it - I think I shall read the whole of Balzac again.

Still, I went with Vincent a few times to listen to a Wagner concert before he left, and we both liked it very much. It still seems strange that he has gone, he has lately meant so much to me.

I hope when you go back to Holland you will take along some study of mine to decorate your room.

The Yellow House has never left the artist's estate. Since 1962, it has been held by the Vincent van Gogh Foundation, established by the artist's nephew, and is permanently housed in the Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam.

The more I think it over, the more I feel that is is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.

I am on the point of going to Brussels. Mr. Plugge wrote me about Vincent. He is weak and thin - it seems he was not given any prospects, and I am worried. According to Mr. Plugge's letter, he cannot sleep and seems to be in a nervous condition. Therefore I want to go and see for myself what we should do.

I have just read La Dame aux Camelias by Dumas. It is very good. Do you know it?

Completed in 1888, the following plate is housed in the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston. It depicts Joseph, the father of the family, who was born on 4 April 1841 in Lambesc. Van Gogh and the postman became good friends and drinking companions. Van Gogh compared Roulin to Socrates on many occasions. In appearance, Roulin reminded the painter of the Russian novelist Fyodor Dostoyevsky, who had the same broad forehead, nose and shape of beard.

translucent plastic bag collected the catheter drippings.

Fire, fire," I whisper, feeling the last of the fluid empty out of the bottle. "Burn, burn. Burn her. Burn him.

Reading has always been the largest and most irreplaceable pleasure for Vincent; reading about other people's successes and failures, joys and sufferings seemed to bury his own failures.

action. Even now, though, there

For some days before, as well as for some nights, Vincent had observed a shadow about the quays. First because it had tried to sell him an obscene book, then because it tried to sell André an obscene book, then because it tried to sell everybody an obscene book.

The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic that to love others.

My father, Vincent, a rumpled Bohemian who had followed his

Vincent was on a shared patio. I'll tell you about Vincent. He is an example of a New Man. You might have read the article about the New Men in the True Magazine last month. New Men are more in touch with their feelings than even women, and New Men cry. New Men want to have children, they long to give birth, so sometimes when they cry, it is because they can't do this; there is just nowhere for a baby to come out.

One of the first things Vincent explained to Norma was that there was a certain freedom of language in the Village that mustn't shock her. It wasn't vulgar. 'So we sat darning socks on Waverly Place and practiced the use of profanity as we stitched. Needle in, . Needle out, piss. Needle in, . Needle out, c. Until we were easy with the words.